Whereas she travels; to the desert, to the mountains, to the trees, to the seas...

"Feral ~ from feminine of ferus wild: having escaped from domestication and become wild"...

Thursday

Montana educates Drivers...

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Sometimes it takes just a little bit more for some folks

then a highway sign that states "OPEN RANGE"...

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Too many fast vehicles + too many deceased cows = one tired Rancher,

with a can of red paint out to "educate" drivers.

And this smart bovine knew exactly where to stand.

This shot was taken in the utmost SE corner of Montana - by Alzada - on our way to the Black Hills for work. Just one of those "rare" moments - well okay, one of those moments where i literally screamed "STOP" at poor Mr. Foresterman driving and jumped out while the truck was still moving, to start shooting pics while he changed his pants...not really, about the pants part, but he gently reminded me in his pegged to a "T" Mr. Rogers voice that I do not have to scream, that I can ask politely in my indoor voice, and if I want to stay healthy i mustn't jump from moving trucks nor run in front of them until they come to a complete or in my case near a complete stop...

Yes,

He really is that much of a Saint.

He's basically kinda like my stuffed toy tiger I had as a child who protected and comforted me...

Mr. Foresterman is wonderful!! You guys seem like the perfect pair--I love it. The COW sign is so funny and what are the odds of the cow posing :) LOL I know you are very busy too--hang in there--spring will come soon and hopefully we can enjoy it and slow down a tad.Thanks for linking with FFF!

You lucky girl, married to a Saint! If I had screamed, stop! (and I would have to, to be heard above the radio) and I opened the door to get out, I would be tumbling into the ditch and he MIGHT notice or turn to me and going to tell me to latch the door - find me missing.

That's funny. I once saw a small herd of cows standing in the shade of a billboard at the edge of their pasture. The billboard featured the Chic-fil-A cows with their slogan "Eat More Chikin". It was like the cows were expressing their agreement.

I am so happy to have found your blog. I was born and raised in Miles City. My uncle owned the Alzada Bar for years and of course the Black Hills was a family vacation spot. I miss Montana tremendously and come back as often as possible. Your photography is awesome and brings me back home, even when I am can't be there. Thank you. :-)

I am feral, so although I dont respond at all like most domesticated bloggers, I will try my best - Thank you for even wanting to leave a comment, as it may draw me out from the woods from whence I came!